#VERSE II . ‘ hazy shades of death ‘
ˊ 👻 @thirdemeritus
THESE DAYS, ALL HE SEES IS A BRAT ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ every glance at the old avatar was enough to draw his ire threefold, a life time of subservience making him bitter to the man’s presence. seeing papa under any other circumstance would have him running for the hills to avoid him, but there was something delectable in the way poor terzo refuses to meet his eyes.
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥; lucavacchi’s thin mouth curls into a grin ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ SLAMMING HIS HAND DOWN TO CATCH HIS ATTENTION.
❛❛ you’re not, eh, not avoiding me ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ are you ? you’re not hiding from me, right, papa? ❜❜
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ˊ 👻 @vampyrra
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ out from a black town car a line up of curvy, beautiful women in nun’s habits, beckoning him to follow as he at last steps out. eclipsing the neon lights with his large presence, copia stands in the foyer of the restaurant with something of a hungry gaze, leering around both sides of the room. the front of house was busy, the dim lights from the bar doing it’s best to keep the rest of the room lit and he nearly dismisses it altogether were it not for the woman at the bar.
TOO PALE TO BE ANYTHING BUT DEAD.
& 𝐎' : 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.
a gloved hand waves off the rest of his entourage, slipping into the crowd and heading towards the bar. closer now, close enough to make out that her hair wasn’t black, as he’d thought, but a brown that was deeply inky, a melting pot of color that was only barely visible to his queer eyes.
a hand at the back of her seat, a warning.
❛❛ 𝑩𝑼𝑶𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨 , 𝒎𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂 -- ❜❜ the cardinal approaches, playfully sliding his thin body up between her knees and the bar.
❛❛ may i - ᵉʰʰʰ - pay for your next round ? ❜❜
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“No, Cardinale... not even in hell.”
Primo allows that to haunt the air for a long moment, clasped hands hidden by his robes, all the while watching the younger man’s anxiety swirl and mutate into what he identifies as FEAR. It is true, the ghoul was simply there one day...and the next not. Gone in a haze. Even as a child, he saw the significance of the event.
“Some people simply disappear. What the dark lord does with them is His business and his alone. I do not pretend to know His mind.” Modesty is a virtue he is willing to possess, as holy as some think it may be.
❛❛ did they look in the ninth circle - because you know how it is over d’ere, they ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻ they don’t do much. ❜❜ a hand comes up, defensively. like lucifer himself could hear him critiquing his best work or something. copia looks behind him, paranoid. when he speaks again, it’s a whisper. ❛❛ you’d look for me ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ right @firstemeritus ? ❜❜ lucavacchi looks into primo’s eyes, trying to hold his gaze.
❛❛ if i went .... missing. ❜❜
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ˊ 👻 @xorcists
❛❛ ʷᵃᵏᵉʸ˒ ʷᵃᵏᵉʸ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ you can’t hide from me, i know all your places ! ❜❜ luca grope’s at the door, not at all surprised to find it locked. he shoves the skeleton key into the hole without tact, violently turning it so he could shove the door open in hopes of catching terzo in the act of ---- well, in the act of anything, really. copia stands in the door, peeking his head inside. the tea he has balanced in his left hand spill some.
❛❛ papa ? ❜❜
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ˊ 👻 @xorcists
❛❛ 𝐀𝐇 , 𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ! ❜❜ as of late, copia was going through a change of heart. an ugly one. one that had come straight from the horses mouth, so to speak: he was given two of lucifer’s favorite demon’s and a note to keep them close. to keep them closer than he would keep his own enemy. they were made for the son of satan.
and so, here he is: making good with the very same creature’s he despised. the door is pushed open, copia making a big show of the invitation with a large, sweeping gesture of his arm.
❛❛ come in, come in; we ‘ave much to discuss, yes? ❜❜ now, usually the room as a darkly lit chamber, incense masking the smell of the cigar’s he smoked incessantly. today, it lit with candles and myrrh could be smelled. a potent stink, strong enough to cover up the stench of ghoul.
❛❛ ghouls. i have a question for both of you and i would like complete honesty on the matter. è importante. ❜❜
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Infuriating. Her curiosity would be the death of her. Verona had only wanted to know what really happened behind closed doors of this "satanic church". Yet, her she was. Sitting in the VIP lounge with the pope himself. The pet names amuse and, dare she say, endear her. The other part of her wants to pick him apart with her sharp claws. She wonders what she'd find in his chest. A heart that beats like any other or would there be a void that mimics it's former self? Her intensity is softened as he bows his head, she takes as reverence, to kiss her hand, and gift his tribute.
A smirk appears on her face as her legs cross over each other. A single claw raises to trace along his jugular before tipping his chin up. a slight pressure but nothing more. For now. Just as quick as she granted her touch, it was gone. "It will do for the moment, Copia. I am more hungry than thirsty," Verona slides the last sentence, hoping he caught her meaning. "perhaps there is a ghoul you're not particularly fond of wandering about," she hummed against her glass as she took a sip. It burned and tasted like sludge on her tongue. A slight grimace marks her otherwise satisfied expression.
“i suspect you’re not going to have a lot of free time once your new tour starts. I’m told your shows are quite eccentric.” @vampyrra
it would be remiss of him if he did not indulge in her beauty. verona’s milky, pale thighs part and one corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk, languidely bringing his pointed gaze back to the woman’s eyes. no shame, only the cognizance that she knows he’s staring. that his eyes could touch what his hands could not.
a thrill buzzes down copia’s spine like a live wire when verona reaches for him with a clawed finger. copia tries to ignore the call of his own hunger. he grips the back of the leather chair. when he speaks, it’s low, almost a purr.
❛❛ and let you ruin your appetite ? ❜❜ the demon pope’s laughter follows with a measured grace, trying to reign himself in. doing little to stop his leather bound finger from running up her bare back, along her spine, where his own excitement could be felt.
❛❛ is d’at what you’ve been told -- well. who am i to disagree with the masses, i’m just ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻ a humble old man. ❜❜ pleased, secretly, his bravery arrives; ❛❛ you could come, of course. tell me, sweet verona, how do you look in a habit? ❜❜
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ˊ 👻 @barg4ins
❛❛ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢'𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 . ❜❜ a queer look in the eye of the front man , curious : a leather glove comes to creep around donnie’s nape, approaching him with every intention of seeing what he’s made of. copia wants to test his father’s new plaything.
❛❛ let us hope you can - ᵉʰʰʰ - deliver the good’s we were promised, yes? i’ve heard great t’ings about you, you know . many, many a great t’ing. ❜❜
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ˊ 👻 @tcrniishedcopper
❛❛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒐 ? ❜❜ ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ as cocky as the first time they collided - copia’s expression is something of a threat. a dare, even. as if to say: try me. see what happens.
❛❛ nice - ᵉʰʰʰ - nice suit. ❜❜
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👻 don’t look i’m shy
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